Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A

To Withdraw Myself From Myself Has Ever Been My Sole, My Entire, My Sincere Motive In Scribbling At All.

For The Night Shows Stars And Women In A Better Light.

I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.